I just shook my head, unable to speak, too afraid I would start sobbing. Then I turned and hurried away, down the hall, to Kim's office.The clicking o... my heels doesn't allow me to move around on hard tile incognito. Being subtle was about the last thing on my mind, though, as I darted into Kim's office. She greeted me with a confused expression, over the screen of her laptop. I closed the door behind me, then buried my face in my hands.Before either of us said a word, Kim pulled me into a. We sent several emails to each other and decided to meet. I was afraid that it would some old man that would **** me or kill me but I was desperate. We met at a restaurant and it turned out to be legit. A nice older couple that did not look to be the type to do this sort of thing at all. The man was in his early 60's slightly over weight and the woman was late 50's and not very pretty, maybe 5ft 5, small tits and the short blondish brown hair and she was very shy. Something about her made me. In no time, Bobby had his pants off allowing Maricel to see an enormous tent post sticking out of his jockey shorts. Maricel’s eyes widened and she screamed and tried kicking at him.It was no use. Bobby whipped off his shirt and shorts off letting Maricel stare at his very long, thick ramrod. His balls hung nicely between his legs.Gripping her tank top, Bobby took out his big hunting knife and sliced the straps over Maricel’s shoulders allowing him to pull her shirt down to her ankles where it. You stop at the bottom and let your eyes wander over my body. You've never looked at me like this before. Or at least, not that I noticed. I suddenly become very aware of my tight outfit, but I can tell that you like what you see. "You look beautiful tonight," you tell me. I blush. Before I have a moment to think about this new tension between us, you close the distance between us and kiss me deeply. In my head, I feel shocked and surprised, but my body soon gives into you. I wrap my arms.